Hi folks. Please CW brexit stuff if you can.
And use that word not a misspelling or ppl with filters can’t filter it.

-a tired British queer with bad anxiety.

"How does a living ship eat?" I asked nervously, gazing around the interior of the the sea vessel in question.
"Not sure, honestly. But we think it's what's kept the gull population down. And we've never had a stowaway... but that's PROBABLY just a coincidence."
The Captain laughed at my face, but stopped when she saw me blanch.
"Ah, be calm. You're a guest, she'll take care of you."
She stroked the wall beside her and the ship purred.

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“The trick is,” she told me, “that most people don’t realize that simply NOT LYING isn’t enough to bring your nose back down to minimal proportions.”

I watched her face. Her nose did not change.

“What one has to do is tell very strong, very important truths.” She’d had an adorable nose; now it flattened slightly more. “But, if that is difficult - and it is, for most people - one might stick to never lying. I’ve found that technical truths are usually safe.”

Her nose grew a tiny bit.

#tootFic

The library was there, just as I remembered, tucked between the Korean restaurant and the tattoo parlor. The door shimmered faintly.

I was taller now so I had to duck my head as I entered, but the cavernous ceilings within were as dizzying as ever.

I gulped, making my way to the return-desk.

"I have a late return. I'm sorry, it was my favorite and I kept it when my family moved and..."

The librarian shushed me, "It is your's now."

The library was there, just as I remembered, tucked between the Korean restaurant and the tattoo parlor. The door shimmered faintly.

I was taller now so I had to duck my head as I entered, but the cavernous ceilings within were as dizzying as ever.

I gulped, making my way to the return-desk.

"I have a late return. I'm sorry, it was my favorite and I kept it when my family moved and..."

The librarian shushed me, "It is your's now."

I forget who it was on :tootplanet: who was looking for Scrivener but couldn't afford it... you might be interested in AtomicScribbler, which has nearly the same features (a bit simpler, which can be a blessing!) and recently went entirely free: atomicscribbler.com/

#writing #amwriting #writersofmastodon

the saddest thing to me is when other trans guys bully and condition themselves until they've learned to act exactly like cis men.

We get screwed over in so many aspects because we're trans and yet we're throwing away one of our few virtues: being socialized from birth to be empathetic and compassionate toward others. "but its feminine!" my dudes if kindness and genuine connection to others is unequivocally feminine (which it isnt) i never want to be masculine. And being feminine doesn't make you less of a man anyway.

Don't drink the cis masculinity koolaid my dudes. Stay gold trans boy.

whenever i see someone ask a question about computers that i feel is obvious, rather than saying READ THE MANUAL DO IT YOURSELF or HOW COULD YOU BE THIS UNINTELLIGENT i just explain how to do the thing, thus giving people a good experience with the community instead of making people associate linux users with smug, condescending, self-righteous asses

Fan art for #SpiderVerse CW'd in case people are wary of spoilers Show more

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Three young dragons, no larger than geese, rolled, wrestled and blew little bursts of steam at each other under the watchful eye of a royal knight.

Curled around one of the knight's ankles was the runt of the litter, quietly hoarding square pebbles in a neat little pile, stubby wings folded neatly on its back. It was very proud of its first hoard.

In the nearby courtyard, the Queen and the Great Dragon sipped tea and discussed philosophy.

"I'm so miserable - I could only afford one comic this week."
"Maybe buying comics isn't the cure for your unhappiness?"
"No, I'm unhappy because nobody gives me enough money to buy all the things I want!"
"So, you're miserable because you're broke?"
"Exactly. Treats like games, books, art and pizza cheer me up though."
"How... often do you buy treats?"
"Only after I've paid for necessities!"
"Ah o--"
"SHUT UP IT'S NORMAL TO GET TREATS TWICE A WEEK!"

I'm going to write a cop show about a lone by-the-book officer in a precinct of loose cannons. It ends with him getting kicked out after trying to arrest the department for, well, everything.

"Are you a vampire?"

The barista blinked at the question and then laughed softly, "What? No, why do you ask?"

"Um," the customer stared at their feet in the nearly empty cafe. "I saw..."

"Saw?"

"Last night."

The barista tilted their head.

"You were talking to a bat."

"Oh! That's just Juliet; she's a friend and a very good listener."

"Is... Juliet a vampire?" the customer asked hopefully, tiny fangs visible as they bit their lip.

The scientists owned two cats; one taller than it was wide and one wider than it was tall.

Both were exceptionally fluffy, so most people didn't notice these attributes.

There was little else to say about them.

Though it could be noted that megalomaniacal laughter didn't bother them, which also made them the perfect pets for the couple.

They also weren't bothered by the genetically engineered minions that served the stronghold.

The knight lay beside the spy, cloaked in darkness, fingers twined.

"I wish you'd stay," he mumbled, aware of his selfishness.
"I serve my realm," replied the spy, forgiving the selfishness, for he knew where it it came from. Their first loyalties were to their fortuitously and currently allied kingdoms.
The knight grunted softly as he nodded, a gesture more felt than seen.

Undoubtedly their paths would cross again, as would their swords...

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